What's your story morning glory?

My story? Does anyone really want to know my story? Im the Romeo from Romeo and Juliet! Im the Desdemona of Desdemona and Othello…Im the orphanage for the kicked out, most hated child on earth that everyone puts up for adoption, BAD LUCK. Some people may think im exaggerating a little, but to tell you very honestly, live one day of your life in my shoes (not really my shoes, because that’s just disgusting, it’s a phrase!) and you will see, how my life is a sadistic comedy!
A typical day in my life is, either a full stop personified, or a chase scene from a very bad movie. I have people coming my way, with different ways to piss me off. Some prefer salsa, some cha cha cha, some even like to jive. In any case it’s all the same to me, because I provide the common dance floor, my NERVES!! If your thinking, this is just another blog, of someone insane nut, who thinks she is the only one on earth with problems that have no solutions, you are partly right. Although you get an A grade for precisely defining me and my blog in the first part of the sentence, I might have to fail you for thinking way too much for the latter. I am completely addicted to boredom, or maybe it’s the other way round. Either way we seem to be in this immature, teenage relationship, where neither can let go of the other. I seem to get bored of things way too easily. “Spanish…hmmm seems like an interesting language, I’ll start going for classes. Besides, it will look excellent on my CV.” 3 weeks later I find myself sitting at Mocha, ordering apple flavoured sheesha, when I’m supposed to be in class, HOLAing everyone, from my friends, to the waiters. I wont be shocked if I find myself standing at the edge of a cliff one day, completely harnessed, ready to bungee jump, and feel the adrenalin rush, and I tell the instructor, “Dude, I’m too bored…..lets go skydiving instead!” Nothing seems to excite me (nothing, except tequila shots of course) .
Another interesting aspect being, my LUCK, or what is more commonly known as HORSESHIT. Whatever it is I think of doing, whether it is the simplest, most futile activity, or entering the sudoku championships, luck seems to be in the other direction, watching, pointing, falling on the floor, and laughing it’s ass off. It’s hard to understand why things of this sort would happen to me. Now please don’t tell me I am the chosen one, and these are small tests and all that jazz, because if this by any remote possibility, is a test, then I want Hawaii as a reward. Every morning when I step out of the house and sit inside my car, the first song that my radio decides to blast, is any current Himmesh Reshammiya number. It’s a fact, and a proven one, that the minute I start driving, all the bad, drivers, and riders of the world, get a signal, which I’m assuming sounds like a big fire alarm, and at the sound of this alarm, all these people, born to TEST me, come on the streets I am traveling on. I’m happy to declare at this point, that me being the optimist that I am, which is quite evident from this post, have used all incidents, for my benefit, I have enlightened myself, by acquiring a PhD in, ABUSES in all different languages. And yes, I am very fluent in them now. So if you see a 19 year old girl, with her head out of the window if a red zen, going BEEP BEEP BEEP, please do say HI! Its not just the traffic, its also the people. I’m not so much a people person (which is why I am reconsidering the excellent career choice I’ve made—Psychology) and I don’t like people very easily. Just so that random, over-friendly people don’t make any attempts to try to know my zodiac sign and favourite colour, I give them hostile, snooty, I’ll-slit-your-wrist-if- you-smile-at-me vibe right from the beginning. So if we view this, the way I do, I am doing some good in this world. However, there are some pea-brained girls and a few guys too, who just won’t quit. These are types who believe God has A PLAN FOR THEM! They have been sent on earth, to spread joy, and love. Believe me, these are the one’s who endorse candle-making, interior designing and party planning, as a dignified job, that gives them both, monetary as well as mental satisfaction. Anyway, so as I was saying, that my killer looks and vibes (which believe me are very fatal) just don’t matter to this category, and they think it’s a wise idea to come and pull my cheeks, or put their arms around me, or CALL ME DARLING, OR BABY!!! Why????? Why would this happen to me. What happens to girls and guys of this menace of a category later on can’t be mentioned here, and you definitely don’t want to find out!
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